Sitting in the corner of nowhere

Very recently, I have found out that 3 of my friends have been blogging for quite sometimes now. The shocking part about this is that I never Image them to be the blogging kind and I have known them for quite sometimes now (the shortest one is at least 4 years).

Just like them, I am blogging here at this vast space that calls the internet. The topics that I share, the feelings that I express, sit and wait. With the hope that maybe someone will stumble upon it, like it and be better with it. It is like dreaming the impossible dream, yearning the untouchable to come and steals our heart.

I have mix feeling about someone actually reading anything that I posted. Maybe it is because I am not sure about my writing, or perhaps it is because I am not comfortable about my own being. Maybe at the end of the day, I am not really doing this for anyone else, but myself and the catharsis that come with it.

Sitting in the place in the corner of nowhere, it is the loneliest place, it is the happiest place.

Chill